Daniela on the inside is full of doors
Some closed, others are open
Daniela on the inside is full of doors
Sometimes you go out and sometimes you go in.
Daniela is of the wind and sometimes gives herself
And loses things, but others remain
Daniela is a tree, a book, a bee,
Flying among the many in a hive.
And sometimes it is difficult to be
And what you have
Is not always what there is
And what it is
Is not always what you see
Daniela on the inside is full of doors
Some closed, others are open
Daniela breathes and sometimes she hangs up
Sometimes you do not know if it's her or not her
Daniela does not understand everything and expects
That someone will calm her sleepless nights.
And sometimes it is difficult to be
And what you have
Is not always what there is
And what it is
Is not always what you see.
Daniela on the inside is full of doors
Some closed, others are open
Daniela on the inside is full of doors
Sometimes you go out and sometimes you go in.